Pusher

- Inside her? - Yeah.

That's not physically possible, man.

That's what she's saying.

- How much? - Half a key.

That's a lot of gear, mate. That's like that, innit?

Like the size of a mango or something.

There's no way she could fit that in her pussy.

She's bringing half a kilo. What do I care where she puts it?

It's your money, Frank. You gotta know what she's doing.

Maybe she's planning on putting some of it up her arse.

Stop banging on about it.

- What? - You want to get it on with her.

Now she's planning on bringing all this gear over from Amsterdam,

you're getting... I don't know. Fixated.

- I'm not getting fixated. - Yes, you are.

Do you think she struggles to satisfy herself? Sexually, I mean.

You know, a pussy the size of a bucket, some guys would find it hard.

Maybe she only fucks guys with really big dicks.

See, that's what I'm thinking.

If I can work out a way for her to find out about what I got, I could be in.

It's Frank.

This is Mandy. Mandy, feign indifference towards the guys.

- Hello, Mandy. - You boys want a drink or something?

- No, I'm good, thanks. - Yeah, why not?

Nice one.

What have you two tomcats been up to? Prowling around?

This and that. What about you, Fitz? Throwing a party or something?

You know me, Frank. All work and no play.

- It's a lot of gear. - It's my birthday.

- Happy birthday, Fitz. - Thank you, Tony.

Cor, that tastes like trouble.

What's the matter, Frank? So I'm buying a lot of gear.

You should be happy. Valuable customer.

I'm just wondering where my invite was.

You don't need an invite, Frank. You're always welcome.

So, two ounces - that's 3,200, yeah?

I'll just go and consult with the bank of Fitz.

That's gonna be some party.

You gonna be there? Bet you are.

I bet you love it, you and your mates.

You're Frank, aren't you?

That's right. Yeah.

- You're cute. - You're dogged out of your mind.

- How much gear have you been doing? - Tons.

Frank, we've gotta come to this party.

- Where are you going? - I'm going to take a shower.

Take a shower. Sounds like the start of a porn film.

- She's very beautiful... - Fuck you, she's not a prostitute!

And, fuck you, don't eye-rape my fucking girlfriend next time, yeah?

Listen, Frank, I've only got three grand on me. Do it for that, yeah?

It's 3,200 for two ounces. Like I said.

Yeah, but I've only got three in the house.

So what are you saying?

Well, got a bit of wiggle room?

How about you just pay me the money?

Come on, Frank.

3,000.

Let's go.

It's possible, yeah, but wouldn't it be easier to just swallow it or something?

You wouldn't do it or you couldn't do it?

I'm not a drug smuggler. If they catch you, you get ten years.

But what if you had to do it?

I wouldn't swallow it. What if it burst?

I'd probably shove it up my arse.

- You see, proof! - That's not proof.

A lady can't fit that much gak up her cunt.

- Don't use that word. - What should I say?

- I don't know. - Pussy.

Pussy's better. I like cats. They're slinky.

OK, so if she's planning on putting half a kilo of coke up her... pussy,

I reckon Frank's within his rights to check that this is possible, right?

- You're fucking crazy. - He's fixated.

I'm not fucking fixated. It's just... you're in for how much?

- 18. - 18 grand.

That is a lot of money, Frank. He just wants to be sure.

- So when's she going, then? - First thing tomorrow.

Did you hear? About Ronnie-Rae's friend Luca.

- Got raided. - Yeah?

Say she could go down for a couple of years.

Yeah, well, Ronnie-Rae's a fucking lunatic.

I was wondering...

Can you stretch to an extra 50 a week?

It's risky, Frank.

Yeah. No problem.

You coming home later?

I don't know.

I'm still really rough... ..from last night.

Tiredness is something we can work around, though.

Right?

I'll see how I feel later.

Wonky.

Danaka.

Danaka, I need to talk to you. Let's go outside.

Right...

- All set? - Just need the money then I'm off.

Tony.

Hi, Tony. I didn't see you back there. Cheers.

- What time do you get in? - Thursday.

Fly first thing tomorrow morning,

pick up the gear, train to Brussels,

then on the Eurostar Thursday morning.

Are you gonna pick me up?

Maybe.

Fuck it, I gotta ask her.

Can I ask you a question?

Well, it depends what it is.

Do you really think you can fit it all in?

Are you seriously asking what I think you're asking?

Yeah.

Tell you what... you show me yours...

and I'll show you mine.

For real?

Come on, Tony. What have you got to be scared of?

I'm not scared.

Whatever the opposite of scared is, that's me.

What?

What? It's cold. Oi, leave it out! Oi!

Oi! Frank!

- Oi. - That is brilliant.

See you later, boys.

- What? - Get in.

Fuck off!

Fuck!

Fucking hell!

Aarghh!

Whoo!

The Music.

Whoo!

Hey, I'm sorry about the mess. He's got a problem with my mate.

He did it last week with the doorman.

Pleasure Moon.

Higher

I' Higher

I' Higher

I' Higher.

J' Higher...

Fuck! Fuck!

I can't believe she fucked that Chinese guy.

- What was his name? - Fuck knows.

Some girls just go for Orientals.

It's like a fetish or something.

That bloke she was with in the club wasn't Oriental.

Yeah, well... He's a fucking pussy. Him and his crew.

See that roundhouse kick I give him Bruce Lee style?

Yeah. Turned a few heads.

Fuck off!

Whatshisname - northern bloke.

He was there last night. He asked after you.

- Don't know who you're talking about. - You do. You were inside with him.

Marvin or Melvin or something.

No.

Yeah, well, he said he's gonna give you a call.

Said he was looking to score - big-time player.

Gave him your number.

- What? - You're handing out my number?

- You know him, though. - How come I don't remember him?

I don't know - cos your brain's fucking sludge.

Dunno what you're so pissed off about.

Should be charging you commission or something.

Fuck. Fuck!

Who did this, you fucking shitbags?

Come here, you little bastards!

- Frank, leave it! - Get back here!

Truthfully, Frank, it was a pretty shit car, mate.

But it was your car and someone's raped it!

Shut the fuck up!

- All right? - Yeah, I'm all right. You?

Put it this way, my luck's gotta change sometime soon.

- Thanks. - See you round.

- Hello? - Who's this?

- You rang me, mate. Who are you? - You just rang my number.

Frank.

Frank, it's me, Mar/on. Your mate give me your number.

Sorry, mate, I don't know any Marlons.

Mar/on Burroughs. I was in Penton v/I/e same time as you.

Come on, Frank, you can'! Have forgotten. The Mar/onator!

Sure, sure. Yeah, Marlon. How's it going?

You all right, Frank?

- Marlon. - How's it going, man? Good to see you.

What you doing meeting here, you fucking weirdo?

You used to be a mate of Greek Paul's, right?

Yeah. Greek Paul, yeah. Good bloke.

But a bit of a cunt, though. Thought he was God's gift at pool.

I must've taken a couple of hundred quid off him when I was inside.

Listen, mate, Tony said you were in business...

- Tony said that? - Yeah.

- You know, Tony, gobby twat. - What did he say?

He said you might be able to hook me up with some Cadbury's.

No, mate. Sorry. I don't do that any more.

What, really?

Gave it all up.

Well, do you know anyone who could hook me up?

I need to get hold of a box.

- A key? - I can pay up to 45 a gram.

You got cash?

Come on, mate, I'm not a cunt.

Let me look into it.

I'll give you a call in a couple of hours.

Yeah?

- All right, guys? - Hey, Frankie!